Franticness

"Shit," said Leanne, locking the door to her office. "Fuck," she said, looking all around. She was naked. No shoes, no shirt, no fucking idea where any of it was. Her large breasts ached outside of a bra, her feet did not appreciate the cold hardwood floor. There were no clothes anywhere in this room. The windows were blinds. The couch was a sown-on expensive fabric. She was in a separate wing from the residence, a public office supposed to be used for governmental affairs (and she was bending the law by using it for campaign planning).

*Knock, knock*

Fuck, she thought. That would be the coffee boy. The 20-year-old Harvard kid she occasionally liked to fantasize about. He wouldn't understand her being naked.

"Governor?" came his voice as he attempted to jiggle the locked door.

"I'm busy!" yelled Leanne.

"O-kay..." he questioned how Governor Kendrick could be too busy for morning coffee for the first time ever. "Do you want me to come back?"

"Yes... I mean, no!" Leanne could feel Julian's confusion on the other side of the door. "Can you get Ramona here? I need to talk to her privately. _Very _privately."

Ramona Cruz was Leanne Kendrick's Chief of Staff. A thirty-year-old prodigy, she had already helped three Governors and one Senator win elections to their posts in other states. Ramona had been headhunted by Leanne with a very generous secret stipend from Leanne's wealthy father, dragging her from the other side of the aisle even to run this campaign. Her old Chief of Staff, Naomi Baker, had been very upset at being replaced, but you can't make an omelette without breaking some eggs. Or something like that.

*Knock, knock*

"Governor?" It was Ramona.

"Yes, Ramona... please come in! And close the door behind you!"

Leanne unlocked the door and slipped behind her desk. Ramona and Julian came in and locked the door behind them.

"Out! Out! Get him out of here!" yelled Leanne as she stood up, covering only her breasts with one arm, and pointed towards the door. Julian had the widest-eye expression but followed instructions.

Ramona locked the door again and looked back at her boss, who slunk down on the couch exposing herself to another woman but not caring as much.

"If you want to have this kind of party, you're going to have to pay extra?" joked Ramona, as she sat on the opposite couch.

Leanne didn't mince words. She walked back to her desk and grabbed a list she had made. "I need you to grab my clothes. Specifically these clothes." Ramona looked at the list and frowned. "Surely, Julian can...."

"You do it," interrupted Leanne before the statement could be made. "I pay you a lot of money, the least you could do is grab a pair of panties."

Ramona nodded and walked to the door.

"Oh, and Ramona," Leanne stated as Ramona turned. "Not a word to anybody."

The blinds long shut, the door locked, Leanne paced back and force through her office. Her cell phone had been in her jacket pocket, and that jacket was MIA, along with everything else she wore last night. A voice in her head told her "Remain as you are." It was that stupid lesbian dream from last night. Leanne tried to block it from her memory, but it kept pestering her.

Was this a prank? Who would do this? Julian? Mark? Did Carruthers show some balls for once? No... this didn't seem right.

*Knock, knock*

"Ramona?"

"Yep."

Leanne sighed, as she unlocked the door. Following the new protocol, Ramona entered and locked the door, as Leanne stood impatiently in the corner. "Well?"

"I got your panties," said Ramona, reaching into a black shopping bag.

Leanne just looked at her in annoyance.

"... and the rest of your clothes." She handed Leanne the pile of clothes. A smart, red dress. Couple more pairs of hose. Some low heels. The requisite panties and much-needed bra. Leanne felt relief as she held onto the pile, but then she looked down at it.

Remain as you are, the voice in her head repeated. Remain. As you are.

The clothes fell down to the floor and Leanne backed off, staring in disbelief, as Ramona stood there confused.

"I... I need to..." Leanne began pacing, trying to think, as Ramona watched her boss mutter and contort. "I... I must...."

"Are you okay, Governor?" Ramona didn't care about the unexpected nudity, but her current behavior was worrisome. Very worrisome if this got out so closed to the early polling season.

"Get out! Out!" Leanne didn't bother to cover up this time. She just pointed her chief of staff to the door.

As Ramona was almost pushed outside, she found Julian nearby with a cup of coffee ready. "Better pour that out, boy," she said to Julian as she heard the door lock once again. "Our boss just had a nervous breakdown."

Shit, thought Julian. At least he got to see her naked.